Grade 5

British Columbia

The Place That Protects Me

A home to me is a place to feel safe. A place full of memories. Whether your house in outside, in a building, or on the streets, your home is unique. A home to me personally is like a museum of my life. It contains secrets, memories, and lies. My home is a safe place for me, my family and my pets. I have a guinea pig that is greater than life, and a cat that is more vicious than all the criminals in the world. Yet, they make my home feel more secure and joyful. Even through all the scratches and bites.My home is perfect to me in everyway. Every dent holds a secret of the past. My house has a sensation of happiness, calmness, and security. There really is no place like home. To me, a house isn’t a home if you can’t look at a wall and have a handful of memories come to you. You could search up all you want about me from my family, or on the internet, but the easiest way to find out who I am is by looking at my home. My house is basically a part of me. I eat, sleep, relax and study there. It’s warm, cozy and comfortable inside. Even though it may not seem like it, my home is basically a personalized shelter I’ve lived in all my life. It is so important to have a roof over my head and I am so grateful for my house. It’s my escape from reality. I feel so blessed to have a wonderful family and a place to call home. My home is basically the cover of the book to my life. Without a home, my life
would be very different.